After spending the night accompanying Lyra in the infirmary, the next morning Astrid, having finished washing and grooming herself, received breakfast delivered by Elise along with a small table that could be placed on the bed.
"This should make meals slightly more convenient." Astrid spoke gently as she watched Elise carefully arrange the dishes from the food cart onto the tabletop.
"With this, aside from essential physiological needs, everything else Lyra requires can be handled right here in bed."
Staring at the miniature dining table set before her, along with the white napkin provided specifically to prevent food stains from soiling the bed linens, Lyra found herself momentarily speechless. She blankly gripped her fork.
It felt as though getting injured had suddenly turned her into a helpless baby in Astrid's eyes.
